Xiong Xinxin looked at Ding Cheng, who was staggering to his feet, and said with an evil smile: "It's really boring, your knife is too slow!"

"Since you want to die?"

"I'll give you a ride!"

Raising the knife, he rushed over, and with a flash of cold light, a severed hand flew high......

"Ahh

Blood splashed, Ding Cheng didn't have time to scream, he was kicked away by Xiong Xinxin and fell into the abyss.

"How's that?" the director shouted to stop, and Xiong Xinxin asked Ding Cheng, "Are your hands and feet still sharp?"

Ding Cheng smiled and nodded, don't look at people in their fifties, their bodies are better than many young people.

Xiong Xinxin was very happy to be recognized by Ding Cheng and said proudly: "I run at least five kilometers every day, go to the gym in the afternoon, ride with friends on weekends, and just came back ......from rock climbing last month."

Listening to the chatter of the ghost feet, I have to say that the older generation is really hardworking, especially the action actors, who originally ate youth, but now they are still gritting their teeth and holding on to it at the age of forty or fifty, which is really not easy.

"Hey, when are we going to be unable to move......"

"Our kung fu movies are ......"

Tsui Hark happened to come over, and when he saw Xiong Xinxin's depressed appearance, he slapped his shoulder and scolded, "Isn't there still this kid?"

Everyone burst into laughter, the movie progressed very quickly, and even Xu Laowei, who was not smiling on the set, was very satisfied, especially Ding Cheng's stable performance, and no matter how difficult the fight scene was, there were at most three scenes.

Not to mention literary drama,

It's overkill!

"My hands!"

"Where is my hand?"

"Why!"

Ding Cheng woke up from despair, covered in bruises and looking at his broken hand, all hope was gone, and only a remnant of life remained.

"What's your name?"

"Stable ......"

"Your parents must love you very much......"

"I hope you are safe and ......"

Nameless, this little beggar who saved himself, may be the most primitive and authentic state in the whole movie.

At the foot of the mountain, he guarded a thatched hut alone, farmed the land, raised poultry and livestock, cut papaya with a waste knife, ate coarse rice, and supported himself.

Life seems to be very lonely, with no neighbors in sight, connected to the desert.

The first time he appeared in the camera, it was when Ding'an, who dragged him off the cliff, walked in a hurry, and his rugged appearance looked like a small beast lacking human civilization in the mountains and forests.

Know some medical methods, do things flexibly, neatly......

When he woke up to find that his hand was crippled and in pain to the point of madness, he threw himself on it and tried to soothe himself......

When the thunderstorm and strong winds almost knocked down the hut, the two of them pressed against the wall together......

Alone rescued a man who had never lived a life, who had been seriously wounded, who had fallen off a cliff, who might have been burdened with a sea of blood or a heinous sin......

At this time, the so-called justice or bravery is nothing more than a name imposed on him. He did all this without thinking about the danger, and likewise without thinking about morality, conduct, and metaphysics.

It is just done naturally, when a person is injured, he should save him, and when a person goes crazy, he should comfort him. In order to live, you have to farm the land, raise poultry and livestock, and if the wind blows down the house, you have to resist it.

All this is just like a horse thief coming, and he must hide. It's almost a physical principle, a mechanical law, a conditional emission.

He didn't think about anything higher, didn't even know a few words, just felt what to do, and did it.

In this troubled world, in a desert desolation, he is a desirable oasis.

"Where's my knife?"

"Have you seen my knife?"

"Hurry up and say it!"

The little beggar looked at the crazy Ding Cheng with a frightened face, I don't know why the other party is so excited about a broken book?

Ding Cheng trembled and held the broken knife book in his hand, which was actually a secret book, and the scene of the master being slaughtered flashed in front of his eyes......

"Come on, tie up higher!"

"Yes, shoot ...... from the bottom of the net"

"Turn ...... Turn it hard!"

Xiong Xinxin was watching Ding Cheng who was spinning quickly on the side, and the whole person was dropped under the tree, holding a broken knife in his hand, tirelessly trying again and again......

"Quick!"

"Hurry up!"

With the strength of his feet, the whole person is like a spinning top, spinning rapidly.

Because one hand is fixed behind the back, you can only use the other force, and it is difficult for the body to balance, and you have to use centrifugal force to make the knife......

Rao is himself,

I also practiced all day.

"How's it going?" Tsui Hark looked at the blood marks on Ding Cheng's waist that were ground out by the rope, and said with concern: "No problem, right?"

Ding Cheng waved his hand, it was all skin trauma, but it was himself, and his waist was broken after a day of tossing by others!

"Why only half?"

"What about the other half?"

"It's better not to give it to me!"

Ding Cheng fell to the ground exhausted, looked at the tattered knife score, and roared hoarsely: "Why!"

With all his strength, let go of all distractions, his body seemed to have a flash of inspiration,

Hurry! Hurry!

The antelope hangs its horns like a knife......

The thick stump of the bowl was broken!

Ding Cheng was stunned for a moment, tears gushed out for a long time, he fell to his knees, and shouted at the sky: "Master......"

"Did you see that?"

Fierce and fierce, powerful and neat, fast spinning and slashing.

One man, one hand, half a knife!

"Kill!"

In the face of the horse thief, Ding Cheng had no fear, the flame of hatred flashed in his eyes, and he rushed forward without hesitation, waving the broken knife in his hand......

Bloody, full of sweat, killing, and full of beauty. It's never a lot of words, it's just dry, it's not elegant, it's not chic, and it's even dirty.

But there is a sense of power that seems to be able to smell the smell.

The last warrior in the last days, there is no way to retreat, only to fight. The plasma from the killing seems to have a viscosity, and when combined with sweat, it produces a sticky feeling that is difficult to clean. Through the screen, people can be faintly uneasy and excited.

"I'm leaving!"

Ding Cheng looked at the little beggar and asked seriously, "Are you going with me?"

The outside was full of fear for him, but in the end he followed him into the rivers and lakes, and all the simplicity and sincerity were revealed when he kowtowed to the hut.

Because I was born here,

On your knees

Kowtow three heads.

No close-ups, no pretentiousness, no disease-free moanings......

It's simply done,

Naturally, just like the first birth of heaven and earth.